Me and My Son the Best Experience 2

I confess that when I clicked on the link that my son sent me, I was not in the mood to visit a website of erotic stories. I was trying to manage my thoughts. It was the fact that I had become aroused with Theo, the sight of his huge role aroused my sexual instincts. But I was sure that my lack of three years without an affective relationship with another man, was responsible for this uncontrolled period that I was living. That was the reason for my immoral thoughts. I knew that feeling attraction or passion for Theo was one thing, but having sex with him was something really unimaginable. Even when he told me that he would like to fuck me, I understood it as a joke of the ones he always did with me. He had this freedom and called me cute or put his hands on my ass, for example, it was very common. Theo always liked to praise me, to leave me on top. When I logged onto the website of erotic stories on my phone, it was still midnight and ten, accompanied by a nice glass of wine, I looked for the author he had told me and found him. The first story I read, it made me so ecstatic, that I decided to take my notebook and access the site through it instead of my phone. I sat on my bed and continued to read the stories. I just couldn't stop anymore. I read the stories and closed my eyes with excitement. My breasts swelled, my nipples seemed to want to come out of my breasts and my vagina became completely wet. At one and a half in the morning, I was already so excited that I felt I would enjoy it even without touching myself. Despite the crazy desire to masturbate, I touched myself, but my fingers were continuously leading me to my clitoris. And Théo, in the darkness, a message was coming to me: A rehearsal by camgirl Aurora There you are, Mom. I totally freaked out and with my body relaxed I said: ♪ Yes ♪ Can I call you? ♪ Of course ♪ Twenty seconds later Theo calls me, it's time for me to straighten up in bed and sit back on the headboard, I answer: My son . Are you reading the stories I told you? This is Théo. Are you enjoying it? <unk> Well, I just can't stop reading <unk> I knew you'd like it, and you're excited. It took me a while to answer, but my finger touched my already wet bottle and I replied: Very much so. Yeah, I told you mom, that was a treat. Yes, you did. ♪ She's in a sweater, mother ♪ ♪ I 'm here ♪ Are your nipples hard? That sentence from Theo gave me the creeps, my finger went a little deeper into my pocket and I was delirious talking to my son and getting excited, I replied: Theo, I'm not going to answer that. Just answer me, yes or no. What do you think, Theo? ♪ I think they're tough ♪ Yes, Theo, they are. And what are you thinking, mother? "Nothing Theo, I was just excited" You didn't think I was fucking you? Without any conviction I replied: No, not Theo. <unk> I always get excited too when I read mom<unk> And what do you think? ♪ I always think I'm fucking you, mother ♪ That sentence dropped like a boner in my body, my throat dried up and I had to close my legs thinking I was going to make fun of it, I took the hand that caressed my bouquet and took a glass of wine in one gulp, I couldn't answer, and I heard Theo ask: Did you hear that, Mom? I disguised myself: Didn't you get any girls there, Theo? I can't stop thinking about you I should pick up a girl today Theo <unk> It's full of women here, but I'm already wanting to leave mother <unk> It's all right son, you decide If I go, will you leave the door of your room open, mother? I can tell by your voice that you've been drinking. ♪ Just a little mother ♪ Why do you want me to leave the door open? ♪ For when I come, I'll lie down with you ♪ My God, I was bursting at the seams with that conversation, and despite my crazy desire for him to come to my bed, I couldn't allow it, so I said, No, Theo, I'd rather not. <unk> Just today Mom, you never let me go to your bed <unk> Why do you want to come to my room so much today son? Mother, if I told you everything I want to do with you, you'd freak out. I knew I was on a dangerous path and that asking would be risky, but the conversation excited me, and I went on: Come on, we're just talking son, try and convince me <unk> Every time I read these stories, I imagine you standing against the wall with your legs spread and me sucking your bouquet from your knees in front of you <unk> It was inevitable, as he spoke, my eyes closed imagining what he had described and I ended up not resisting. I mocked hallucinatingly and I had to hold back my scream by covering my mouth with my hand. After a few moments, I heard Theo call me: ♪ Mother ♪ Hey , Theo , what 's up ? Did you hear what I said? Yes, I heard. Can you imagine the scene? Theo, this conversation is getting awkward, son. Have you ever thought about fucking me, Mom? No, not Theo. What a pity, I always dream about it Son, I think I'd better go to sleep, it's late Are you going to leave the door open, Mom? Of course not Theo Are you mad at me? "Neither Theo, but I think we should talk more tomorrow". This conversation confuses me, son. You're amazing and I love you. I love you too son Suddenly my room and my bed began to turn, I was in ecstasy. It's quite possible that I had just had that conversation with my son. I had never been so excited by a conversation like that, not even when I met my ex-husband, he sang to me like that. My head was spinning and my body was revealed with that sex appeal. My breasts, nipples, skin, butt, everything was on fire. I tried to get up, my legs were weak, I didn't know if it was the wine or the excitement for the fun I had just had with my son. I went to the bathroom and took another bath, cold this time and sank into bed. It was two in the morning. I fell asleep and dreamed. I was in a dream, leaning against the wall, wearing a dress and short legs. Théo's boots and his knees were in the middle of them, and my head was revealing itself with that sex appeal. Everything was on fire. I tried to get up, my legs were weak, I didn't know if it was the wine or the excitement for the fun I had just had with my son. I went to the bathroom and took another bath, this time. I went back to sleep. I didn't wake up until nine o'clock and this time, when I looked in Theo's room, he was there, lying and sleeping like an angel. I went to make coffee and think about what would come next. Surely, when Theo woke up, he would come to tell me something about our hot conversation from the previous night, and I had to be prepared. But the time passed. It was Sunday and Theo usually didn't wake up until later. It gave me time to water the plants, do my nails. It was midday and nothing from Theo to get up. Anxious, I went to my room and decided to put on a dress that I already have, but that fits me perfectly. It's short, up to the thighs and belted. I put on my high heels and my legs got thicker. I tied my hair and left some threads falling on my face. I perfumed myself, I went back to the kitchen to think about what to do for lunch. I decided to make a lasagna. He loves it. I put my hand in the pasta and prepared everything. At noon and a half, Theo gets up and appears in the kitchen. The whole dress falls down and with a face and feet cradled. He gave me a coat from the kitchen door and said: I'll give you a kiss in a little while. I need to take a hot bath and I'll be right back. I'm making some lasagna for us. I love that. I know, that's why I decided to do it ♪ I love that little dress of yours too ♪ "Thank you. Go take your bath. You have a terrible face". He rushed out to the bathroom. I, silly, was just happy that he noticed me in my little dress. I smiled inside and my body had that characteristic shiver when I get a hard-on. Fifteen minutes later Theo appears again in the kitchen, shirtless, and in soft cotton shorts. The wet hair behind him made him look like an Italian mobster. And I had a hard-on for an unusual mobster. His perfume was intoxicating. I was just waiting for him to come, to put the lasagna in the oven, I was leaning on the sink, fiddling with my cell phone. Theo came and stood in front of me, took the cell phone out of my hand and put it in the sink, and then hugged me and said: "Put that cell phone down and give me a nice hug". # Logical my beautiful # He wrapped his arms around my back and I wrapped my arms around his neck. If we weren't mother and son, anyone who saw our embrace would say that we were lovers. Theo is much taller than me and his embrace made me stand on the tips of my heels. His stick grazed my butt and scratched me, he kissed my neck and squeezed me against it. I said: "Gosh, is all this missing?" Yes, Madam Martha, and you look so beautiful in that dress that I can't resist, Mother. You're cute, always complimenting me, but tell me, how was the rest of the night, did you get a girl? Do you really want to know, Mother? I'll just put the lasagna in the oven, and while it's cooking, we'll talk, okay? ♪ Can mother ♪ I let go of him and turned to put the lasagna in the oven. I went back to the sink and deliberately stood with my back to him as I washed my hand in the faucet, I felt that my son was looking at my butt, which was right there in front of him. I began to dry my hands on the cloth that was on the sink, still with my back to him. Theo could not resist and hugged me from behind. It was amazing, but he was already excited. His huge dick cocked my butt and he kissed my neck saying: <unk>My God mother, how hot you look<unk> I let him bounce me around a little bit, just long enough for my breasts to touch the fabric of my dress and my nipples to point up, and I turned to him and put my hand on his chest, shirtless, and I rubbed my fingernails to make him shiver, and I said, Come on, kid, stop being such a jerk and tell me how the rest of the night went. Theo was terrible, he held one of my hands and with the other he passed his finger gently on my arm leaving me distracted, he began to say: Actually, Mom, yesterday I couldn't go out with any girl, so I kissed a crazy girl I met there, but it wasn't too late. "Seriously son, the way you were beautiful, I thought it would rain woman yesterday for you" There was a lot of pussy there mom, but I didn't want anything. Is that so? ♪ Yes mother ♪ He looked at me with so much desire that my bouquet was already wet, he held my fingertips and stroked my arm, I was anesthetized with erection and wanted to hear more. I think our conversation yesterday was a little bit spicy. It was. I was bursting at the seams. I guess . Didn't you get excited, mother? "My son, I'm embarrassed to talk about it, but I was very excited by the stories I read Theo" "Mom, I'm having a crazy crush on you". "I'm getting it Theo, you said things yesterday that scared me son" ♪ He imagined me sucking his mother's bouquet ♪ I was shivering with excitement and the tips of my breasts began to leak milk, staining my dress, I said in a trembling voice: I thought so . ♪ We just need to fuck mom, that's all ♪ It's not that simple, Theo. ♪ Why not mother, give me a reason ♪ <unk>First because I'm your mother. Second because you're excited about the incest stories you read, but you don't consider that they can be just fantasies that people report. And third because I'm seeing your son status, and I'm also human and I don't want to hurt myself, if I give in to you and we have sex, tomorrow you'll get a girlfriend and you'll forget me, and I'll suffer again. I have more reasons, do you want me to continue?<unk> "I understand Mom, I think you're right, but it's going to be hard for me to control myself. Anyway Theo, I don't want to lose this trust we have I love you, we don't need to make this a big deal, but we can control ourselves a little bit right Let's see if I can do it. I think the lasagna is ready. "Beauty, I'm going to eat and lock myself in my room afterwards to study, so I'll forget you a little" "Good boy, I promise I won't go there to dust today" We had lunch in a totally relaxed atmosphere. I thought that my relationship with my son had reached an enviable maturity. But deep down, I knew that my reason and my mind were leaning toward the rational and moral side, and that I had done the right thing, but my body was demonstrating its tendency toward immorality and debauchery, and an inclination to do something wrong and pleasurable. I took it very well. At the end of the night, when I went to my son's room to say goodbye wearing only a see-through sweater with no panties and no bra, I could see in his expression the look on his face. The week was about to begin, and I knew that this weekend had changed the course of my relationship with him, and the night was not yet over. End of part 2